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@BEGIN_FILE_ID.DIZ
This is story with a male and a female
outlook on the same events. The parts are
written by the individual gender in the
story, so we hope it is not only arousing
but also insightful.  It does contain sexual
acts not meant for a young viewing crowd, so
over 18 please.
@END_FILE_ID.DIZ





     In my fourth year of college, I met Marissa.  I barely knew her and
in fact rarely saw her outside of class.  She was a pretty woman, 5'4",
bobbed blonde hair, and a body draped in baggy clothes.  I imagined she
had nice body but I never could be sure.  As the semester continued, she
faded into the walls like the rest of my classmates that I did not know.  I
graduated and moved to a new city to start my life and career.

     I knew no one in the city so my weekly routine consisted of work, gym
and Friday happy hour with some coworkers.  One day when I was bench
pressing, I saw Marissa in my gym.  I almost killed myself for when I got a
glimpse of her in spandex shorts and halter top, my arms gave out and
the bar landed on my chest.  My imagination never did justice for what
was truly under those baggy clothes in college.  Her legs curved with
toned muscles, her midsection was flat and was cut like a V into her hips,
her ample breasts were crushed in her top revealing a gorge between
them.  She looked in perfect shape with a balance between feminity and
athleticism.

     As the bar landed on my chest, a gasp of air spurted out my mouth.
All eyes were now on me.  Some 220 pound Neanderthal stepped over me and
extracted the bar from my chest.  He was saying something about a
spotter but I was mesmerized by my reacquaintance.  She looked at me
with a shake of a head from what just happened and an inquisitive eye.
She must have been searching her memory to distinguish who I was, but
she continued through the area to the aerobics class.
                          **********************
      I bumped into the person I would later know as Nick for the first
time during my sophomore year of college. I worked in the athletic
compound and once as I was walking along the poolside, one of the swimmers
accidently ran into me.  I was bumped hard enough that I fell to the
ground.  Stunned for a second, I soon awoke to the feel of damp but
very sturdy hand helping me up. When I looked up, I was shocked by my view.

      Facing me was an incredibly well-toned and muscular body of a man
who was naked except for his speedo.  His tanned body glistened as the
light bounced off the droplets of water that rested on his body.  His
eyes were a clear blue and his slick hair was brown but slightly
bleached.  I was paralyzed by the electricity that was stemming from out
of his hand into mine and knew I would never forget his face or his body.

      He didn't remember me, but I always remembered the intensity of that
moment at the pool.  I had a class with him during our senior year, and
he introduced himself to me as Nick.  Unfortunately, we never really
talked.

     It was entirely by coincidence that Nick and I ended up in the same
city after graduation. One day I couldn't believe that I saw him working out
in my gym.  He was just as I remembered.  His body was toned from head
to toe and tanned beautifully.  My knees were ready to give out,
and I made it out of the room so that I could recover my breath.

    Gathering up my courage, I went back into the room and began to ride the
bicycle that was directly facing his bench press where I knew he would
notice me.  Our eyes met for a brief second and I could feel a twinge of
the same electricity that I had remembered from our first encounter.  I
was surprised when he dropped the bar on top of his chest.  However, I knew
we had made a connection and hoped he would follow me to my destination.

     I traveled slowly, to give him time.  I passed the entrance to the
aerobics class and headed out the front door.  I could feel him
following.  Once outside, I bent down to tie my shoelace and sat on a
step leading up to the gym.  He came presently, and once close up, I
almost lost my ability to function.  He had been sweating, I could tell,
and was emanating a raw odor that had my mind whirling uncontrollably.

     He asked me if I remembered him.  Remembered him?  I feigned
innocence and spent a moment acting like I was trying to remember his
name.  We made small talk for a while and he asked me if I had a good
workout.  I told him I felt a little sore.  I was unprepared for what he
did next.  He started massaging my shoulders and my back.  At first it
was relaxing, but as he continued, my body began to tremble.  I hope he
wasn't noticing how aroused I was becoming.
                      ***********************
     After catching my breath, I followed Marissa.  I found her
outside the club.  Her ass was pointing at me as she tied her shoe.
I just stared, almost seeing her labia bulging through her spandex.  She
then sat down.  I tried to make conversation with her by talking about
college but I could not take my eyes off of her body.  My looks darted
from head to toe with long pauses in the middle.  I felt embarrassed for my
adolecent ogling but I could not help myself.  I finally stepped behind her
to rub her shoulders.  I thought I was saved by being out of her sight
but to feel her flesh and to stare at her ass was even more of a
torture.  Thank god she could not see the woody that was growing in my
shorts.

     We talked a little while longer.  Then a most ackward silence fell
between us.  After a few seconds, we both jumped back into reality.
Hastily said how good it was to know someone in the city and funny
meeting at the gym.  I have never felt so nervous with a woman.  In
college, I was somewhat popular with the girls since I was on the swim
team and did not worry about small talk.  But now, I was seriously
losing this woman.  I tried to recover by insisting that we have
dinner.  Thankly, she thought it was a good idea.  After some
discussion, we realized neither of us knew any restaurants, so I
suggested that she come over to my place and I would cook her a meal
that she would remember.  I have always enjoyed cooking and found that
the old adage was even truer for women.  A way to a woman's heart(and
other regions) was through her stomache.  So, dinner was set for
Saturday evening.
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